Nocturnal son of a gun.
I often find myself enjoying the early hours of the morning, groovin’ to the tunes of Little Joy and sippin’ me a good, cold glass of lemonade. This is the time of day I get to thinking and that’s bad. Thinking leads to questioning which leads to unwanted answers which leads to disappointment which then leads to sad, little Angela. I’m not much of a pessimist, although...
Can't resist a guy in a v-neck.
Things are finally coming together. Confirmed reservations with the limo and the restaurant I’m actually liking my Prom dress that my mom got for me I spent my whole night texting my date Got my tickets Let’s hope I didn’t jinx this.
Glass of water.
That’s what tonight’s argument was about. I have a tendancy to overanalyze situations, and being me, it came with the inability to speak up. Or rather, voice my thoughts. My way of “speaking up” is through Tumblr. Words. I grew up with the mentality that I have is because I was born into the world on a silver platter and pampered and waited on and such. It’s not...
I won a math debate.
With the “Gazertaf”. Thanks, man.
I still find him totally attractive.
When he wore that button-up shirt with the two top buttons undone, I felt like as we were talking, the only thing I was paying attention to was his bare chest. Holy shit. Look, I’m so over him, but he’s just so sexy. But it takes more than appearance to get me to like him again. A mutual understanding of each other’s feelings and sharing a passion for one another is all it...
It is so freaking stressful. Damn. Why can’t this be simple? I have so much other shit to take care of.
Summer 2011 will be _______.
June 9: HIGH SCHOOL IS OVER FUCK YEAH June 10: My long-awaited 18th birthday party a.k.a. the most expensive party of the decade a.k.a my cotillion June 22: Graduation. My cousin is coming over and we’re going to do serious damage to this town. I believe the term “fuck shit up” is appropriate for what will happen when my cousin Klaire and I reunite.
Mum & Sonny rap battle.
Sonny: Hmmmn, Angela Alimurong should take a hit from this bong, ‘cause after I finish writting this, this will be her favorite song, take abreather… inhale, my style is kinda fat reminiscent of a whale was born on October 20th so that makes me a scale, I keep writting nonsense but have trmendous positivity, musically I am the herb so sit back and light me with the fire in your...
Ivan's rap for me:
Hmmmn, Angela Alimurong should take a hit from this bong, ‘cause after I finish writting this, this will be her favorite song, take abreather… inhale, my style is kinda fat reminiscent of a whale was born on October 20th so that makes me a scale, I keep writting nonsense but have trmendous positivity, musically I am the herb so sit back and light me with the fire in your...
You can't guarantee anything.
Why is my mom so cool?
She refers to the storage under on stairs as Harry Potter’s room. “Hey, anak, can you check if we have flour in Harry Potter’s room, please.”